In Transit, In Portland

Once again that sweet strong balanced coffee stumptown is flowing through my veins, back in PDX. Staying with cousin Greg in his cave of a house. I've noticed people in Oregon keep their houses pretty dark, I was the only one who would turn on the light in the kitchen no matter what, maybe reflex, but I swear it helps. Greg is stubborn guy, which means I either have to really challenge him or just hope his way of doing things will work. But truly entering into that dialectic I feel little sense of choice in the situation. I tend to trust people. From the wisdom of causes and conditions I know that all conditions, of people and situations, have apt causes, conversations that base their point of interest and humor around, "how could it possibly be this way, this is so random, blah blah." really don't engage me anymore. Sometimes they can be quite entertaining, to go nuts with deductive reasoning, but I know there is a reason, or a cause rather, and by calling it "random" you simply state you don't know while ostensibly saying there is no cause. I know language is about expression and I try not to be too literal, because I think people use the word "random" in their own sense, not the strict "without reason" meaning.
I had a good chat with my mom and vented some of my greg frustrations, I feel better. There's no sense in making enemies, I won't see greg for a year, it would be silly if I couldn't just leave on good terms and enjoy my time with him while I'm here.
Errands to do, I used my blogging time talking to my mom so I've gotta go now!